She's 5'7" , into anime,

Writes manga when she's bored, is driven by chaos and horror so it's no surprise you two met in a cinema which had a grotesque scenery illuminating the surface of the screen but whatever the fuck is going on is dog shit to you now, who is this, beautiful.. person she's giggling to the massacre.good riddance she's obviously a psychopath you think to yourself but it's too late psychopath or not she's got you in her web and you can't stop looking, she loves cats(which is obvious because she snuck one into the cinema). you find yourself hiding this feline in your coat when security comes in checking her, this kind gesture you did got you day two with her, you're spending time together you learn her kinks, she knows too much about flowers. Wears too many dresses, laughs at everything you say, loves drawing.. but it seems all she ever draws this days is your attention, capturing both your flaws and perfections and admiring every detail of your essence like it was a great work of art sculpted by mother nature her self, she's in love with the color black, and will switch from crazy to sweet sometimes, talks less to most people except you and a few persons she likes. she Is a humanitarian and spends her Sundays reading all sorts of stuff in the library, she thinks you're the most fascinating person to ever exist, I mean you're not but that's how she sees you.

she pays for a hotel, you two met there. upon seeing you she immediately kisses you passionately, and at the back of your head you're still wondering how on Earth does she find you both interesting and attractive as you sink your hungry lips into her's. you end up fucking her she's by your side breathing slowly it's like the Earth's suddenly stopped orbiting, all you can hear is the pulse of every heart beat coming from her lovely middling sized cleavage the symphony is elixir and magic all together healing your broken soul by every beat,you feel your self slipping and you slowly realize there and then what it means to be human...death is no longer a destructive force of unhappiness, but rather a soothing congruent terrain full of roses, clouds and fragile zephyrs, and you think to yourself finally, my I could die here with her.